Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2019 12:36:30 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Village Part 4 (Young Friends) The weeks passed and I had a few letters from my Dad. He didn't say much, I guess he couldn't but it was good to know he was safe, James came into my room for a "chat" one night and said if I ever had any questions about sex or anything to let him know, "I'm assuming you're wanking by now?" He said. I looked at him in confusion and he made a masturbating sign with his hand. I blushed but then said "oh masturbating! Yeah I do."He giggled, "Masturbating? You're not a teacher. It's called wanking". "Ok yes I have been wanking" I said blushing again, he asked me if I'd shot cum yet or if it was dry. I said still dry but he said I'd be shooting soon. "I can show you what cum looks like if you like?" He said but I thanked him and said maybe another time. He smirked and said there would be plenty of time when I turned 13. Christmas came and I was disappointed that Dad couldn't visit but he was busy with the war. Denny came back for a couple of nights to visit so I had to share a room and a bed with James as Dad had my room. Christmas Eve we stayed up late with excitement and by the time we were both in bed it was almost midnight. We stayed up chatting though. James told me he loved having me staying with them and it was "Like having another brother" I smiled and got a bit tearful at how well they'd accepted me. He snuggled up to me and whispered " Do you know some brothers do to each other?" I told him no. "This" he whispered and he slipped his hand down my pyjama bottoms and started playing with my dick. He took my hand and got me to do the same to him. It felt wrong but also felt really good. We were both hard and he wanked me hard as I did him. Suddenly with a grunt he came all over my hand and I felt my dry orgasm approaching, my muscles all tensed and then spasmed as I came. "I think you might have shot a little bit of cum" He said with a grin showing me a glistening bit of liquid on his hand. He cleaned my hand and his dick off and we fell asleep. He wanted to do it the next night but I wasn't sure. I said I would, "on one condition, tell me what happens when I turn 13". His face fell, "I can't. I've already fucked up once and paid a heavy price. What I can say is that once you turn 13 I'll tell you everything". With that he slipped his hands down my pyjamas. He started to wank me and I thought what the hell and did the same to him. Denny went back to Birmingham and I got my room back, James said he was always available if I wanted to "play" together again. It was fun but I'll be honest, the person I really wanted to "play" with wasn't James. I'd been thinking about Sam a lot, wondering what he looked like naked. I'd had dreams about us kissing, about us being naked together. I felt really guilty at times, he was my best mate and I was thinking of him in a sexual way. I tried to control myself and tried not to wank for a few days but it didn't help, I was curious and fantasised about pulling his pants down and touching him! The weeks passed and my dick was definitely starting to grow, I'd got a bit of fuzzy hair and I was now shooting cum. I missed the intensity of my dry orgasms and the lack of clean up needed though, it was a bit more complicated, no longer could I stealthily do myself in class with no mess! School was fine, I enjoyed learning and hanging out with my friends. And I loved spending as much time as possible with Sam, I definitely had strong feelings for him, feelings I didn't understand or could put into words. We'd hang out together every minute we could, I'd get anxious if I got to school and he hadn't turned up yet, I was a bit of a worrier at times. I'd have butterflies in my stomach, then he'd turn up, smile at me and it felt like my insides were doing cartwheels! Some lunchtimes a dark haired chubby boy called John and a curly haired boy called Dean from James's year started to take an interest in me and Sam and would hang out with us. It seemed strange to us but made us feel more grown up although there was something about Dean and John in particular that felt a bit off, he was very friendly but it felt forced. I'd meant to ask James about them but kept forgetting. Easter came and Gareth turned 13, then soon it would be the turn of me and Sam. We spent a lot of time wondering what the big deal was. People knew but our friends who'd turned 13 said we'd find out soon enough. Sam suggested we had a sleepover at his house for our birthdays and I jumped at the chance. I'd never had a sleepover! I was round Sam's a lot for dinner and just hanging out together, and his parents really seemed to like me. I don't know why we hadn't done a sleepover, it was a common thing in the the village but usually amongst slightly older boys. Our birthday was on a Saturday so the plan was to head straight to Sam's after school. I packed my bag to take over. Madge was concerned when I told her a few days beforehand "it's a big milestone, you should really be here when you wake up on your 13th birthday" she said. I told her I'd definitely be back by 3 in the afternoon and there would be plenty of time to celebrate. "You don't understand Rob, things are going to change" she said. "What things? People keep saying that but no one will tell me anything" I complained. She stopped and changed the subject, "Ignore me. Nothing will change. Have a lovely time and we'll celebrate on Saturday. Don't be late!" she said. Sam and I were so excited about our first sleepover. We played out in the garden, then had a nice dinner with his parents and we all played cards for a while. Sam's parents were drinking wine and brandy and got quite tipsy particularly Mr Bradley. He told his wife he'd get us to bed, he walked us to the bottom of the stairs and said it was time for bed, they'd made up a guest room for me or I could sleep on a bed on the floor in Sam's room. I said that was my preferred option as it was my first sleepover. Mr Bradley grinned and then sent us up to bed and said to have a bath, "it's late, have one together to save water and time". "Dad?! No way!" Said Sam. "Don't be silly Sam. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You're both boys. And best friends. Go and have a bath together. You're going to be 13 tomorrow, things are going to change. It's just a bath. Me and Rob's dad used to have baths together when we were your age. Now stop fussing and get in that bath" He said. Sam nodded and I shrugged, I also thought about what he said "best friends". Yes I guess he was right , I hadn't really thought about it but Sam was definitely my best friend. And I was about to see him naked which I had definitely thought about. A lot! Although he was going to see me naked which made feel anxious, I was worried I'd get hard by seeing him naked and he'd get freaked out. We went upstairs with my heart beating louder than it ever had before and my mouth dry with nerves..